Brandi, Protector of the Gateway Pt. 12

The cheerleader had theories, of course. Perhaps he'd just thrown her a bone. Maybe just like the mortal men she'd been trying to seduce, he too was put off by her new, muscular form. Perhaps if she looked more like she used to - more like Brandi - that hesitancy would have vanished.

Maybe the hesitancy would have vanished, and he'd have stuck around.

Nicolette determinedly raised her hand and knocked at the demon's door. She wasn't ashamed of her new body - no, last night had told her exactly why she'd changed, what had happened.

Demons were much more powerful than humans. She'd been given a new body so that she could keep up when she was fucked by one.

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Bars are typically pretty empty at midday on a Saturday, and the crowd is mostly made up of people who don't have anywhere better to go. The occasional woman, perhaps, but mostly men - men who like to drink, or (just as commonly) men who don't particularly like to drink, but don't really have anything they like to do more.

Men who are starting slow, because they plan to be there 'til closing time.

And so quite a few eyes were on Brandi, as she stumbled across the room, being led by the man who'd bought her last three drinks.

The bartender had considered IDing her, but as the barflies had slowly begun to move closer to her, decided against it. He was risking a fine, sure, but by not checking her age, he was ensuring a steady stream of expensive drink sales.

He'd decided that she liked expensive drinks, and whenever someone had offered to buy the next round, ensured it was top-shelf liquor that they were paying for.

After half an hour, Brandi was sloshed. After an hour, she was barely able to stand. And by the time she'd been there for ninety minutes, she'd had twelve drinks and could hardly string a sentence together.

That was when her honest thoughts had really started to come out.

"I love being cum on," she slurred, her grey eyes trying desperately to focus each man in turn. The half-dozen men who were sitting next to her, hanging on her every word...and the half-dozen men who were sitting around the bar, watching the spectacle unfold. "I just love it."

The murmuring of the strangers at the bar indicated support, and so she continued.

"It's all I deserve," she said, and again, a soft sigh of arousal left her lips. "Oh!"

The two men who hadn't been fully erect at the start of that sentence adjusted their pants at the sound.

"I just..."

She trailed off, before picking a man at random and staring at him with laser focus.

"I just wanna be cum on."

The man's eyes widened, and he turned to the left and right, looking for support.

"Please?"

And so, after receiving encouraging smiles from the fellow bar-goers, he led her across the room to the female bathroom. When he emerged a few minutes later, he was alone, a triumphant look on his face, his fly undone.

For the first time in the bar's history, a queue quickly formed outside the women's bathroom.

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Lily practically floated home. If she hadn't lived in Antioch her whole life, she would almost certainly have gotten lost - the synapses in her brain were all firing at once, and the world was made of colors.

Greg had reluctantly kicked her out - as much as he enjoyed playing with his newly-found toy, he had a business to run...and besides, her friend's abrupt exit had sort of killed the mood. He'd helped Lily redress, given her a bottle of water, and gently shoved her out the door.

Fortunately for the young woman, both of her parents were at work - ever since she'd started helping Brandi out with her duties, they were used to her disappearing overnight, but one glance at their daughter would have been enough to tell that she was tripping, and one whiff would have given a good indication of how she'd spent her morning.

Laying down on her bed, Lily wished she'd thought to bring home the big bag of toys Greg had put together for her the previous day. That was what she felt like right now - a big, purple dildo to fill her up. Or blue. Or green. Hell, as long as it was big, she didn't care what color it was.

She wanted to experiment. Her pussy was yearning for a toy, or a vegetable, or a dog - something new. A new experience, a way of being fucked that she'd never had before. Public sex, or sex with an old man, or an orgy...

An orgy.

Lily sat up suddenly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of arousal and narcotics.

An orgy.

Why not?

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As Duncan meekly followed Niles through the house, he stared at his shoes. He knew he'd fucked up, sleeping with Brandi's mother - he hadn't even enjoyed it, but he'd still been unable to resist. He just hadn't thought of who his actions would hurt - the idea of Brandi finding out had flitted through his mind, but he'd determinedly ignored it...he hadn't even considered Niles' feelings.

When the older man abruptly stopped, it took some effort for Duncan to avoid running into his back. As he looked up, it suddenly became apparent why Niles hadn't invited him in.

In front of him was the librarian's bedroom, and tied to the bed was a blonde girl in pigtails and nothing else. Her body, just like Kristine's, was perfect - as she struggled against the roles, it just served to accentuate her lithe muscles and make her round tits bounce.

She was gagged, her legs splayed to expose her pussy (shaven, but for a neatly-trimmed patch of bright red hair) and for the second time in a few minutes, Duncan saw it - the look of pure fury and hate.

This time, fortunately, it wasn't directed at him - it was directed at Niles. Niles saw it too, and crossed the room to sit on the bed. A cruel smirk appeared on his face, and he reached down and caressed one of the girl's breasts.

Her eyes fluttered, and the look of hate was suddenly replaced with one of lust.

"Demon," Niles said in a single word. "Caught her skulking around the school. Normally I'd get Brandi to take care of it, but something told me that I could...punish...this one myself."

Duncan just nodded, dumbstruck. Could whatever had affected Kristine be working its magic on Niles as well? He wasn't one to tie up demons and use them as sex-toys.

Was he?

Suddenly Duncan wasn't sure of anything. Just that morning, he would have sworn on the lives of his loved-ones that he was straight, but now he knew - he knew - that he was gay.

He'd thought he knew these people, but hell, he'd never even been to Niles' house before. Perhaps this was a regular occurrence. Maybe Niles captured a female demon for his pleasure every few months.

...of course, who said it was only female demons who were treated this way?

The look was back. On Niles, not the trussed-up demon - she was still writhing with pleasure as the librarian tweaked and pulled at her nipples.

No, Niles' look of pure hate was back, and it was directed squarely at Duncan.

"You've done wrong," the librarian said in a strong whisper, and - almost against his will - Duncan nodded. "Something's happened to Kristine, and you didn't help her. You took advantage of it."

"I didn't know!" Duncan wanted to shout, but the words died in his throat, and all he could do was again nod.

"And now, just like our dear angel here..." Niles' hand moved down to the demon's immaculately-kept pussy as he spoke, and Duncan could see her hips bucking as he did, desperately wanting to be filled, "...you need to be punished."

With that, Niles raised his hand high and struck. He could have been wearing the glove all along, or he could have slipped it on after sitting on the bed, but all of a sudden Duncan noticed the black glove with silver spikes that Niles had on his right hand.

The glove made contact with the red-headed demon's ass, and even through the gag Duncan could hear her hissing with pain.

Pain, and pleasure.

As Niles' hand moved away, Duncan could see the damage - some of the spikes had gone deep enough to draw blood. Niles looked down at his victim with a cruel, loving leer - as she buckled with pain, he moved his other hand between her legs and plunged two fingers deep into her wetness.

Within a few seconds she was cumming, grimacing with pleasure and twisting around the librarian's fingers.

Niles turned to face Duncan, a dark look on his face.

"Your turn."

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Brandi wept.

Despite the improvements that Mr. Foster had made to her body, her skin, her form - even the subtle changes he'd made to her face - the Protector openly sobbing wasn't an attractive sight.

Or sound, for that matter. Her entire face was coated with a thick layer of cum - every time she breathed through her nose it made an odd gurgling sound. Her cries weren't cute sniffles or tiny whimpers, they were huge, bawling wails of anguish.

And even through her utter misery, even through the thick layers of self-loathing and total humiliation, there was still a trace of the arousal that her low self-esteem continued to feed; a slight ragged nature to it, an almost animalistic quality.

"Uh..."

"Don't stop," she begged. As much as she may have hated herself in that moment, she knew that her body had just one purpose, and that was to serve men.

She existed to get men off.

But the man had already been harboring reservations (which is why he was last in her queue). The sight of the topless, cum-soaked slut openly bawling on the bathroom floor was enough to scare him off; as he left, Brandi collapsed even further, laying on her back on a dirty bar's restroom floor and bringing herself to orgasm after shuddering orgasm, even as she sobbed about what had become of her life.

When she finally ran out of steam, she stopped masturbating and wailing, and took advantage of the limited facilities available. Barely resisting the urge to scoop up and swallow as much cum as she could, Brandi looked at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes were red - she knew that the crying was largely to blame, but she'd taken more than a few loads in the eye over the past few hours. Maybe I need to start wearing glasses, she mused.

Glasses to stop getting cum in my eye.

The thought sent a fresh wave of excitement through her body, but she was truly spent. She'd made herself cum again and again, as each of the tubby, unkempt men had wandered in, lowered their pants, and obeyed her desperate pleas to cum onto her face, her tits, to coat her in their seed and treat her like the whore she knew she was.

Sexually, physically, emotionally, mentally - Brandi was completely exhausted. Using the last of the paper towel, she desperately tried to remove as much visible cum as she could from her body - no matter what she did, she knew she'd reek, but a part of her hoped that she'd be able to walk down the street without everyone knowing what she was.

A whore. A slut. A cum-bucket.

Her pussy spasmed with excitement at the thoughts, but she didn't even have the energy to get herself off again.

Putting her tank top back on, Brandi decided to walk home and have a shower. Maybe that would make her feel better.

Maybe.

Halfway home, Brandi had begun to sober up, and a thought struck her.

She'd just spent her Saturday morning in a strange bar, being repeatedly coated by strange men's cum. She'd simultaneously loved and hated every minute of it, but...no matter how she felt, she had to admit - that was weird.

And last night. Last night she'd gone home with a...a cowboy? She'd let him cum in her ass, just like she'd tried desperately to get Duncan to do earlier that day.

A part of her knew that she was a worthless tramp who was lucky just for the opportunity to have strangers cum inside her holes.

But another part of her couldn't help but wonder...

Lily was clearly hexed, and strange things had been happening to Nicolette's body since the middle of the week. As far as Brandi could tell, the boys - Duncan, Niles, and Michael - were unaffected...but she'd obviously been dropping the ball lately, so it was impossible to say.

What if she had been somehow messed with?

Brandi realized that she was only a few blocks from Lily's house. Hex or no hex, Lily was still one of the smartest people she knew. Brandi was sure that her best friend would be able to help her sort through all the confusion and work out what was really going on.

To her surprise, Lily's front door was wide open. A cardboard sign rested against the stairs, simply saying "come up". Brandi nervously walked up to Lily's room - the sounds she could hear gave some warning, but nothing could really have prepared the Protector for what she found when she opened the teen girl's bedroom door.

Lily's room was slightly larger than Brandi's, and yet it was completely packed. There had to be a dozen - no, two dozen men, all of them naked, all of them focused on Brandi's friend.

She was in the middle of the bed, completely naked, desperately trying to take as much cock as she could. Both her hands were hard at work, each of them attempting to jerk off two or three guys. Two huge cocks filled her mouth, and Brandi was shocked to see that they belonged to Adam and Hans, the Jackson twins.

Lily was sucking off two brothers. At the same time.

It looked like a significant part of the school's marching band were in Lily's bedroom - Brandi recognized the overweight drum major between her legs, desperately licking and sucking at her pussy even as one of the trumpeters plugged away, his thin cock clearly bringing Lily a lot of pleasure.

Meanwhile, enthusiastically pounding at her rear entrance was Olaf, the only male cheerleader. Brandi had always assumed he was gay - hell, maybe he was. If naked male flesh was your thing, this room was clearly the best place to find some.

The rest of the men were staring at Lily. Some of them were cheering, some were talking dirty, some were jerking off.

In the middle of it all, Lily was red with exertion, hard at work. Her eyes were wide as she noticed Brandi opening the door, but before she could remove the cocks from her mouth and say something, someone offered her another line of white powder, and soon the redheaded teen's eyes lost focus and rolled back in her head.

Disgusted and overwhelmed, Brandi stumbled backwards. The noise of her abrupt exit drew the attention of some of the orgy's participants, and to her absolute horror, a part of her wanted to step forward and...join in.

You wouldn't have to take all the cocks at once, she told herself. You could just strip down and...

...and let them cum on you. That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

Instead, for the second time that day, Brandi ran blindly away from her friend.

Niles. She needed to find Niles. Lily was gone, a lost cause - but Niles would know what to do.

He'd be able to save them.

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Brandi was surprised to find that Niles' front door was also ajar. She heard a shout, which she read as a response to her knock.

Brandi's run across town had only been interrupted when she stopped to throw up. The booze, the sight of Lily's normally snow-white skin so red and blotchy, the sounds, the smells...

...the reaction of her own body.

It was too much. Something was wrong, and she needed to fix it. She needed help. She needed her Mentor.

On some level, Brandi had thought she'd been prepared for what she'd seen at Lily's. She suspected a hex already, and she'd heard the sounds as she'd gone up her friend's stairs. Maybe she'd hoped it was just loud porn, but the young woman had done all she could to mentally prepare for what faced her when she opened her friend's bedroom door.

She'd been wrong, but at least she hadn't been totally blind-sided.

Like she was when she opened Niles' door.

It wasn't her Mentor with his pants down that first caught her attention. It wasn't Duncan, completely naked, on all fours by the window, taking Niles' cock deep into his ass.

It was Rita.

Rita.

Even through the gag, Brandi could see the demon's smirk. It wasn't even in response to the Protector's presence - Rita was just enjoying the show. Her flawless body was completely revealed; for some reason, she was tied to the bed, but she didn't even looked like it bothered her.

Hell, the bitch even managed to make it look comfortable.

What had Rita done, to make Niles let her into his house? Was she responsible for the changes within Brandi, within Lily? It made sense - she'd been at the party, after all.

Rita stirred slightly, clearly trying to rub her legs together and provide some stimulation to her glistening pussy, and Brandi turned to see what she was watching.

That was when she saw it. Her kind, gentle, peaceful Mentor, holding down Duncan, forcing his ass-cheeks apart, forcing him to take his cock deep within him.

She just stood there in shock, staring as Duncan loudly pleaded for mercy - the sounds that she'd mistaken for an invitation into the house - and Niles whispering cruelly that he would never give him mercy, that Duncan deserved every inch of hard cock he took.

Brandi's instincts kicked in. She was about to rescue her friend when she realized that his protestations were just for show, part of the game. His python of a cock was hard, and as he supported himself with one hand, he was slowly stroking it with the other - not fast enough to get off, but deliberately enough that Brandi knew he was enjoying it.

She didn't know how long she stood there, how long she watched. Her Mentor, sodomizing her friend, half his age. Her friend who had been sodomizing her with an equal passion just half a day ago.

No. Not equal passion. When Duncan had been fucking her ass, he'd been doing so with less than half the enthusiasm that Niles now showed. Niles appeared to be be furious, but his every stroke showed that he had complete and total control - not only of himself, but of Duncan as well.

Why? Brandi mentally asked herself, before turning her attention back to the demon on the bed.

Rita.

She'd known from the moment she saw the slut that she was up to no good. And now she had Niles and Duncan in some kind of thrall - Lily too, it seemed.

Taking a step towards the bed, Brandi didn't have the mental wherewithal to come up with a plan. She just knew that Rita had to be destroyed - now.

But before she could act, Duncan moaned - "I'm cumming!" - and Brandi realized she couldn't just strike blindly. She could take Rita in a fight, easily, and Duncan too. But Niles...Niles had tricks up his sleeve that even Brandi didn't know about, and if the three of them turned on her at once, she'd soon find herself overwhelmed, enthralled...perhaps turned into a pussy-slave for the demon cunt.

No. No. Why did that turn her on? As Brandi ran to get backup, she cursed her own body's reactions.

But the image was there now. Kneeling at Rita's feet, forced to serve the demon she hated most in the world.

It was such a turn-on. God...what was wrong with her?

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"Michael?"

It was going to be a struggle, convincing Michael that Rita was a threat. He'd been so convinced that she was passive, that she was...what had he said? Just here for 'research'.

God, men were so gullible. As Brandi knocked on the door of her demon lover (which, as if just to break the pattern, was actually closed) she wondered just how easy it had been to turn Niles and Duncan. Had Rita even needed to try, or had she just spread her legs and they'd immediately fallen under her control?

"Michael??"

Brandi knocked again, more urgently this time. She wasn't going to be able to take down Rita, Niles, Lily and Duncan by herself - she needed backup.

Michael was the best backup she knew. If only he'd open the damned door.